[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Bar Exam 3, tramp
Yeah! Whoooooo!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Fuck is wrong with you? Go and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an irate Somalian pirate
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the heine virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards, call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake babies, I make the medic hurt
Fuck a producer too, them faggots is fuckboys
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the hustl-or
I got it on lock like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They high, speakin' of rollin', we a roll
You will see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop nigga, the opposite of neo-soul
The only thing sing is the pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of businesses
I retire niggas, gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy, before I self destruct
I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 and Lil Weezy
I don't give a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick", I fuck yo' bitch
And send her back to you, pussy like she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with her she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I'm with the façade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue
I go hard; so much harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every body
Bar Exam 3, tramp
Yeah! Whoooooo!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Fuck is wrong with you? Go and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an irate Somalian pirate
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the heine virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards, call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake babies, I make the medic hurt
Fuck a producer too, them faggots is fuckboys
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the hustl-or
I got it on lock like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They high, speakin' of rollin', we a roll
You will see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop nigga, the opposite of neo-soul
The only thing sing is the pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of businesses
I retire niggas, gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy, before I self destruct
I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 and Lil Weezy
I don't give a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick", I fuck yo' bitch
And send her back to you, pussy like she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with her she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I'm with the façade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue
I go hard; so much harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every body
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